Cuddles at night

What are smooth? My dog’s tongue when he licks the palm of my hand, my dog’s fur when he cuddles me at night and my bedding when it’s been washed.

What are rough? The roof of Dexter’s mouth when I brush his teeth, my peeling skin when I’ve been in the sun for too long and a rhinoceros skin when they come out of the water.

What are full? My brain at the end of a school day, my stomach after lunch and my heart bursting with love for my family.

What are empty? Water bottles after a hike up Snowdon, a classroom before the start of a school day and my brain when I’ve ran out of ideas for this poem.

What are cold? Snowflakes falling gently, a cold shoulder and a intense snow ball fight.
What are hot? A ghost chilli pepper, lava from a volcano and a mouthful of harsh words.